Fresh snow was falling
Like scattered confetti at
Crows have four wing feathers,
Ravens have five,
They’re called pinions
So, the difference between
A crow and a raven
Is just a matter of a pinion
And
bathed the landscape
In
its bright lunar light
So
that the ice crystals sparkled
Like
diamonds in the snow
The ice rimed trees stood
Before
the snow queen’s cathedral
Like
great ice pillars
Bathed in summer sunshine Gentle breezes stir the stems But above in the golden sun Grow an array of perfect gems